As dawn’s first light kisses the sky,
Whispering secrets of a day anew,
The world awakens in a gentle sigh,
Bathed in the morning’s golden hue.

Birds sing serenades to the rising sun,
Their melodies a symphony of grace,
Each note a promise of joy begun,
In the morning’s warm embrace.

Dewdrops glisten on the emerald green,
Mirroring the sunlight’s tender gleam,
Nature’s canvas, a serene scene,
Painted with the colors of a dream.

In the hush of morning’s early hour,
Peace descends like a soft, sweet rain,
Filling hearts with a quiet power,
As night fades, and hope remains.